As a 4-year-old, I hated tying my shoes. I was terrible at it and progress was just not happening. One morning I was throwing a fit because my mom told me to tie my shoes before we left the house, and I was trying to avoid this horrible responsibility while crying and screaming on the third or fourth step of the staircase. The ceiling above the staircase extended from the second floor, horizontally, to the space above the first step, where it met a vertical wall that connected the second floor ceiling to that of the first. Imagine a big upside-down "L". So my punka** is screaming on one of the lower steps, and my gaze drifts upwards after a few minutes. I stop crying immediately, and I go silent. I distinctly remember seeing a man in a sharp black suit with the head of a boar, only blue and complete with tusks and fur, bracing himself in the corner of the ceiling (like a ninja) above my head staring down at me. He didn't say anything to me, but I know what he wanted. My mom began to ask me what happened, noticing my abrupt change in mood, and I cut her off in a monotone, saying only "He told me to be good."

Middle of the night, sleeping. I hear a sound like someone is taking a paperclip from my desk and throwing it against the wall and it bounces across the desk. I wake up to this noise, turn on the light right by my bed as I sit up. I look over and see nothing. Weird. As I'm ready to lay back down my 20lb steel gumball machine falls from the shelf over my bed directly onto my pillow where my head was not 30 seconds earlier. I flip out and scramble out of my bed as I'm totally taken by surprise. As I stand up I feel something under my feet... a paperclip.

(The shelf was a bookcase/headboard that was only a foot taller than my bed. It probably wouldn't have killed me, just would have damaged my face I'm guessing. But I was also 10yrs old, so... ya know there's that lack of forethought for you.)

I put the murderous gumball machine on the floor, the paperclip back on my desk and crawl into the safety of my comforter. Nothing like that happened again.

Growing up, my older brother had a computer program that he used to compose piano music on. I remember I was reading in the living room when I heard the most beautiful violin melody I have ever heard. I listened to the whole thing which was several minutes long. I walked down the hallway to compliment my brother on his masterpiece when I realized my brother was not using the computer, and I was home alone.

When I was about 14/15, my family took my cousins because of family complications. My cousins would always have scratch marks on them, and their mother, my aunty, was absolutely batshit in gypsy magic stuff. Everytime my cousins met, they'd always say that they'd be scratched in the middle of the night by someone, and once my grandmother heard, there was a huge legal battle to take my cousins away from my aunty because we thought she was hurting them and abusing them.
2 months pass and my aunty goes into a psychiatric jail and my cousins are living with my family. One night I wake up to my cousins out of bed crying, scratch marks on their arms, I mean deep scratch marks. I go to my parents, they treat them and stay up with them. I return to bed, get into my blankets and I feel a serious pain in my thigh, I get out of bed and I have 3 marks on my leg, I run down to my parents and show them, same time as I do, all of the doors start slamming up stairs.
After that, my cousins were given to their biological farther, my uncle. We don't talk.

A few years back while I was sleeping I had a nightmare of an old lady that was attacking me. she looked like one of those typical horror movie old witches with accented wrinkles and what not. Anyways after that night I woke up to use the bathroom and on my way there my grandfather stopped me.
He told me to turn around so he could have a better look at my back, I would sleep without a shirt on and called my parents over to see a big hand print on the left side of my back as if someone slapped really hard and asked them if they were hitting me. Of course they weren't and I assured my grandfather it wasn't them.
Later that day I also noticed three scratch marks, very lightly, barley noticeable on my chest. To this day I have no idea what it was. By the way the mark cleared up after about three days.

When I was 10 I was at my best friend, Tyler's house. His family lived in a very nice house on a mountain in Georgia. Tyler always told me about the scary stuff happening at his house. Like how He would see eyes, his tv would turn off while watching it, you would hear drilling sounds and metal banging sounds and doors opening up, all the classic ghost stuff. I never believed him until this one time.
We were in his hot tub together for like an hour when suddenly I feel the most overwhelming feeling to get out. At that exact moment Tyler looks at me and says "We need to get out now." and there was fear in his voice. We jump out and dry off and go inside pretty fast. As we go in, tyler locks the door and tries to open it to be sure it was locked. So we start going toward the big movie area that's near the back door to watch Napoleon Dynamite.
When out of nowhere, we're both hit by that fear again. We smell what smelled like a rotting animal, his DVD rack falls over and all the movies fly off. At the same time the back door flies open. Needless to say we hauled it upstairs to his OTHER movie room and made a fort out of beanbags and chairs to defend ourselves from the paranormal enemy. From that moment on i believed in ghosts.

In 1985 we moved in with my grandma because grandpa just died, and she couldn't care for the property herself.
Anyway, grandpa would keep his watch on the night stand every night when he went to sleep. After he died, grandma put it in the drawer of the table. His watch would routinely (once a week?) show up on top of the stand in the morning, right where he would put it.

When I was 11, my family moved to a very old house (built in the 1890s, I think) in a different state. The first night there, I didn't have many of my things unpacked yet and the TV wasn't hooked up, so I drag out my keyboard and start to play. As I'm playing some terrible song I learned in music class, a chill goes down my neck. I look over to the window on the other side of the room and see my reflection -- and an old woman standing over me, her hands clasped in front of her. I booked it downstairs, screaming to my mom, but of course it was dismissed since I was a dumb kid.
Over the 7 years I lived in that house, I saw her three more times: once on the stairs, slowly descending and staring at me, and twice in the spare room catty-corner to mine, hiding in a rack of clothes in the corner. Every single night, I would hear the threshold creak, then footsteps going around my bed, to the dressing room (it was, once again, an old house, so there was a tiny dressing room attached to the main room), and then back out. A few nights I woke up to a cold breath on my face.
Come to find out a woman died in that room in the 1960s of some sort of illness, but the room she usually stayed in was mine. I don't really believe in ghosts anymore, but damn if I can't explain the lady in that house.

I was 23 at the time, living about 7-8 hours away from my family while doing university. One night I abruptly woke up in the middle of the night from a force physically moving me off my bed, towards the foot of the bed. What was even more weird, I was already covered in sweat and felt like I was mid-anxiety attack. Needless to say I was extremely disturbed and had trouble sleeping the remainder of the night.
Fast forward to the morning, I finally dozed off, but get woken up to my phone ringing. On the other side is my Dad telling me that my Grandmother passed away last night.
After hearing that it is not something that scares me, in fact I find it rather soothing that possibly she was just coming to say goodbye and as a new spirit was unaware of how she could still affect me in the physical plane.

We used to live in a home that was part of the Underground Railroad. It a few hidden crawl spaces around the house that was being used a storage in the present. While we lived there my brother started sleep walking and talking. One night while my parents were sleeping they heard my little brother scream from my bedroom even though he slept downstairs. My dad ran up there but my bedroom door was closed like something was blocking it, so he kicked the door open. But when he kicked it open, a shadow ran past him and my room was ice cold. My brother was laying on my bed (sound asleep) pointing at the closet screaming "get her daddy, get her!" My dad looked but saw nothing but darkness, quickly picked up my brother who was stiff as a bored, covered in sweat, and ran out. When my brother finally woke up that morning he remembered nothing that happened. After we moved out he stopped sleep walking.

My mom died. A few months after her death, I was at her house that she shared with my grandma - mom lived downstairs and grandma lived upstairs. I was babysitting my baby nephew while my sisters went out somewhere. He was asleep in the crib downstairs, with the light off and the door closed. I was upstairs reading a book while my grandma watched some TV. I heard footsteps and figured my nephew had managed to get out of his crib and was wandering around, so I went downstairs to get him. No, he was still fast asleep in his crib. Okay, I was hearing things, maybe it was the TV, whatever. I went back upstairs to my book. It happened again about half an hour later, but also with the door squeaking. Okay, I definitely heard that, so I went downstairs to get him up. No, still completely passed out (and he isn't the type of kid to get up and go back to sleep instantly). Shook it off, went back upstairs. Grandma had gotten a phone call and muted the TV because she's pretty deaf, so I know without a shadow of a doubt that this next part was not the TV. I heard footsteps going down the hallway towards where the baby was sleeping, then a soft coo. I made my way downstairs and he was still asleep, but I just burst into tears because I just felt like my mom was there. In my heart, I knew she was saying goodbye to her only grand baby.

Not creepy but kind of cool. My mother split and transplanted a rosebush from my grandfathers farm about 40 years ago. It took but never bloomed. At that point she only kept it because it grew into the fence nicely and kept us kids from climbing it. My grandfather died about 5 years after she transplanted it and that spring it bloomed red roses. A few years after that my grandmother died and the spring after it bloomed white roses. These are the only two years it has ever bloomed.

My mother's favorite animal was the hummingbird.
Last year, shortly after my she passed away, a hummingbird came right up and looked at me as I was on my way to my car to go to work. Like a foot away, and just checked me out for a while and flew off to do hummingbird things.
Once I got to my car, I broke down. Just sat there in the driver's seat and cried. I'd like to think my mom was somehow checking up on me. I know it's silly, but for that moment I felt like she wasn't gone and she was still there watching over me.

I saw my deceased ex husband in my kitchen.
I was watching tv in my living room (in the middle of the day) and kept hearing this sound, like someone was jiggling their change around. And it was loud, as if it were in the room with me. I paused my t.v. yet the sound persisted.
So I start to look around the room and when I got to the kitchen, I saw him standing there. He was looking around, as if taking stock of my apartment. Oh, and he was jiggling change in one hand, while flipping a quarter in between his fingers with the other hand. Something he did a lot when he was alive.
He turned his head and saw me frozen, staring at him. The expression on his face was knew I would never forget. His eyes got HUGE and he kind of tilted his head forward, with the expression like, "You can SEE me??!!" I don't how long we stared at each for, but I turned away when I started to hear my cat ripping up the fucking carpet again in the other room. When I turned back to my ex, he was gone.
It's worth noting that he had only been dead for a couple months too. Some Romanian women I worked with told me that the dead stick around for three months before crossing over. I don't know about all that, but I know without a shadow of a doubt, what I saw that day.

When I was about 16 years old I encountered something that still bugs me to this day. I woke up around 6AM on a normal week day and went downstairs to get ready to school. No one else in my family had woken up at this point. I got in the shower, still sleepy and could barely hold my eyes open. After a few minutes of showering someone tried to get it and I told who ever it was that I was in the shower. The 'person' then proceeded to aggressively open the door, I saw the door handle going up and down like crazy and he/she/whatever knocked on the door harder and harder. And then it suddenly stopped. Didn't think that much about it, but when I got out of the shower I realized that nobody was up yet. I proceeded with eating breakfast. And after a while my dad came down the stairs, so I asked him if it was he who had wanted to use the bathroom earlier. He said no, and that both my mom and younger brother was still asleep, so it could've not been them either.

I used to be in the military and the training camp bunk that we lived in was said to be haunted.
Occasionally, our stuff would go missing and reappear in weird places, like under our bed, or inside a bag that we had zipped up and stuff.. no big deal right? i mean human error and all. Then came the instance that freaked everyone out.
It was one night after lights out and my friend was on his phone texting his girlfriend. Most of us were drifting off to sleep, and were lying on our beds etc. suddenly, he heard the shuffling of feet from the corridor, so thinking that it was our sergeant, he quickly hid his phone under his pillow, rolled over on his side and pretended to sleep.
Till this day, what happens next chills me to the bone. While he pretended to sleep, he heard someone right behind him, at the other side of his bed going "Don't worry, you can continue to pretend sleep."
I would dismiss this as a figment of his imagination, except about five other people around him heard it as well, including me. creepier still, there was no one there, and it was the voice of a little girl that said it.
For reference, our training camp was in the middle of an island, and was set up away from the main admin blocks. The island has been closed by the government for army training purposes for the past 15 years so there were definitely no civilians around, let alone kids.
To make matters freakier, when we came back from our weekend home leave, there was a bunch of female hair on his bed, neatly bundled up, long and jet black. under his pillow was a note - "remember me?".
Now as i said we were in the middle of a forest, in the middle of an island. And at that point in time, there were no female recruits / personnel on the island. Our bunks were locked up for the weekend and the duty sergeant had no idea that the incident happened. we never spoke about it after that night.
still chills me to the bone thinking about it.

Not me, but a friend of mine told me about a dream she had years ago about a decrepit old man who was being chased by wolves. In the dream, he kept referring to himself in the third person as "Old Skin" ("Old Skin's gotta get away from the wolves...")
Eventually, the wolves caught up to him and started ripping him to pieces in front of her, and he kept narrating the events in a monotone voice "(Old Skin's being eaten alive...Old Skin's gonna die...")
She woke up feeling creeped out, but the weirdest part came when she started describing the dream to her brother. He stopped her mid-sentence and asked, "Was his name 'Old Skin'? I had the EXACT SAME DREAM!"
I don't know if that counts as paranormal, but it's f-ing creepy.

When I was younger, I was sitting in my great grandmother's living room. This house was known to have some issues in regards to paranormal activity. A lighter was casually sitting on the table (my mother smoked). The lighter literally flew across the room and went into the wall, sticking slightly out of it. This was a closed room with no wind or interference. My mother practically shit her pants and the only time we ever visited with her was when she came to us. Have not been back to this day.

When I was in second grade I woke up one summer night, dead of night, to a woman floating through my window into my bedroom. Oddly, I wasn't scared. I just sat up and asked "What are you doing here?" I remember she answered me, but oddly enough the next morning I couldn't remember what she said or even what her voice sounded like. I couldn't even remember what she looked like. So next I said to her, in true 8-year old fashion, "Well, you better get going because my Dad might wake up and then he'll be mad." She slipped out of my already cracked open bedroom door and I went back to sleep.
Sounds like sleep paralysis right? Wrong. The next day I was really excited that I had my own fairy godmother and I named her Crystal. And I thought in my head - Please come back! Come back and wake me up at dawn so we can talk!
I shit you not, the next morning, just as it was getting light outside, I hear someone whispering my name. I realized that this shit was real, and she was a ghost, and I froze. I stayed as still as I could, not even able to breathe, and just prayed as hard as I could 'Go away go away go away." I could FEEL her right by my head. As I'm typing this tears are coming to my eyes.
Okay, happened once, coincidence, right? Nope. Every time I would get brave and say out loud to her, before going to bed in my room, "Okay, come this time I swear I won't get scared." She would come, whispering my name, and I would almost shit my pants in fear and never open my eyes.
So at this point I'm thinking, still could be night terrors, right? I mean, our eyes have receptors sensitive to light that wake us up, thus causing me to wake up at dawn and hallucinate this shit. Here's where shit gets real. Next summer I tell a friend that this is going on while we were camping together. She doesn't believe me, says to me, okay, ask her to come tonight. We're sleeping in same tent and my friend wants to see for herself. So I do. And at dawn, I hear her, calling my name AND MY FRIEND'S NAME. We don't move, she leaves, and we both sit up and my FRIEND HEARD HER TOO. She freaks out, tells her parents later that day sobbing, I get in trouble for scaring the shit out of kids with ghost stories.
Later that summer I told my cousin this story, and before that night, she freaks out, tells her Mom, and I get my ass beat for telling ghost stories.
I got pissed about said beating, and angrily said out loud - I got in trouble because of you, and I never want to see you ever again!
And I haven't. Ever.
Thank fucking god. And I just don't think about it anymore, and never when I'm alone at night.

I was home last year during a break from university with a friend and we decided to go see a friend in a different city in his university. It was a small city with rivers, hills and forests.
At night we decided to go in a nearby forest to smoke and drink by a river, but still being on main road. So, we were standing with our car parked and i was drinking and both of them were smoking. It was about 11 at night and dead dark with no lights or people for several kilometers. We had been standing there for about an hour when a 25-26 year old guy came out of tree line and came to me, talks to me and says this place is not safe at night. You guys should go from here. My friend who used to study there heard me talking to someone and started walking towards me but stopped right there, his face went white and told me to get in car and that we are going. I told the guy thanks and goodbye and turned the car around. For 10 mins my friend didn't talk and when we were out of the forest, he finally broke his silence and told me that this guy who was talking to me was a boy from his university who died on the same road 2 years back in an accident.

When I was a young teenager my father and my step-mother had gotten married. This forced me and my little brother to move into her home and share the same bed room for quite some time. Three weeks before we moved in, my step-mother's mom had died where I slept for most of my child hood. The spooky part happens one night when I got off of my computer and I was going to bed. I had laid there for maybe 10 minutes when I started hearing scratching at my closet door. I figured it was a mouse and went to sleep. I go to get dressed in the morning and open my closet door to see very very long scratches down the inside of the door. Like deep scratches. It wasn't in one area it was wavy from the top of the door to the bottom. Both hands. 10 lines. Thats the scariest thing thats ever happened to me.

Was around 7 years old and it was near the holidays. The house I grew up in has a downstairs and a basement. So I left my pillow downstairs after a day long movie binge and went to grab it later that evening.
Grab the pillow and look up, see a man on the other side of the room dressed to the nines just looking around paying no attention to me. Weird thing was he was entirely grey. Head-to-toe, skin color and everything, grey.
I'm staring, jaw wide open, completely petrified with fright. He looks up at me, notices I'm able to see him, and drops his jaw lower than humanly normal almost as if he was screaming at me, but without sound. He then ran through the wall and disappeared .
I wasn't able to go downstairs if the lights were off until I was a teenager.

This happened when I was 17:
When I was still living at my childhood home I was sneaking out late at night to meet some friends. I went through the back door of the house and as I turned to face the door I could just feel** somebody watching me. I thought I was busted. I turned to look at who had caught me, and saw a totally monochrome figure. The hair was completely black, like blacker than black. Her face was like a static washed over white/grey and she was wearing a dress that was in between the 2 colors. No facial features. Just the silhouette of a young girl facing me. I reached for the door as fast as I could and when I went to shut it it closed very quickly on me. I bolted through my yard and onto the street and couldn't shake the feeling I was being followed. I stayed at my friends that night.

When I was in elementary school, I shared a queen size bed with my older sister and our family dog (a mutt that looked like a short haired Lassie) would sleep at the foot of our bed every night. When I was about 6 years old, I woke up one night around midnight and saw a dark figure standing at the foot of the bed. The figure was entirely in black without any eyes or a face. I tried to wake my sister up, but she rolled over to go back to sleep. My sister must have accidentally kicked the dog, because the dog woke up and raised her head and started growling at the figure at the foot of the bed. The growling then woke my sister up and she saw the figure and started screaming. When my parents came into the room and turned the light on, nothing was there.
To this day, both my sister and I are adamant that we saw a ghost or other demon in our room. We know we aren't crazy because the dog saw it too.

When I was younger, my (older) brother and I would randomly see this tall dark shadowy figure wearing a top hat (think Abe Lincoln) walk down the hallway in the house we grew up in. It had no distinct features, just a shadow, but standing in the middle of the hallway. It would always stop just outside our bedroom doors, and just stand there for a moment and continue walking down the hallway. Whenever we would run out to the hallway to see it walking away it was always gone. I was always fully awake when I saw it. My brother said he woke up a few times and couldn't move with it standing at the end of his bed, then it would just disappear.
We had an old German Shepard who would bark non stop every time we saw it. We would see it a few times a month for years until my parents split up and my mom moved out. When we got older, I remember my brother and I both mentioning it happening to our aunt (on mom's side) one night when she was visiting us, and she turned as white as a ghost. She told us that when her and my mom were growing up, whenever my mom was around she would always see the same thing at night time. After that we mentioned it to our dad and he said the same thing, the entire time he was with our mom he always saw the same thing. These "sightings" all happened in different states/houses.
I asked my mom about it once and all she would ever tell me is that when she was little and lived in Mass. she used to have a guy in a Top Hat follow her around, she said she never saw the shadow figure though.
She passed in 2012, I saw the top hat shadow about 30 mins before she passed...then found out about her about an hour later. That was the first time I had seen it in 10ish years, and the last time.

I worked at a hotel. A guy called from #421 asking for a 6am wake up call. I punched it in. No big deal. His name didn't populate on my caller ID. I looked up the room.
It was empty. Being young and lazy I decided to leave it. 20 minutes I get a phone call from the same room! It was a woman this time. She wanted a wake up call at 630. I changed the wake up time.
I was a little freaked out. But sometimes glitches happen in the computer or phone. I radioed my guest services guy. He was this 17 year old kid who looked like a young Gabriel Iglesius or however you spell his name.
So I'm like... Hey Carlos can you do a room check? I keep getting calls from #421.
He goes into super detective mode. He is whispering play by play updates over the walkie talkie. It was pretty hilarious because I got him a little scared.
Reaches the door. Opens it. Then I hear a shriek like from that one Kanye West song.
The curtains dude! The curtains are moving!
I'm trying so hard not to laugh over the radio. Ok well if it's empty. Must be a glitch.
As soon as he locks that door I get a phone call from #421. It was a different man then the first. Can I get a wake up call for 6?
I set it. Ok. Whatever mr ghost.

In so many words...dreamt my little brother (by two years) was being abducted by a UFO. Ran outside with my BB gun to shoot at the UFO but when it took off with my brother, I went flying backwards and just before I hit the house, I woke up from my dream. Knock on door. It's my little bother. "Can I sleep in your room tonight, I had a bad dream." What about? "I was being abducted by a UFO and you ran out to save me with your BB gun." Yeah, I was 15 and my brother and I didn't sleep apart after that night for about a month.

I was running on the trails at the Nathan Hale Homestead (18th century farmhouse and property of a Revolutionary War hero) in CT, which is only about a ten minute drive from my grandmother's lake house. I could not find a map of the trails anywhere online and there didn't seem to be any signage at the place: just a bunch of random mountain bike trails in the woods. I was only going to run 4 miles, so I estimated that I would run for about 30 minutes, using my watch to keep myself on track.
So I ran around the trails for a while and nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. It was about 9:00 on a Monday morning and the only sounds were the distant hums of Route 31, birds chirping, and the occasional squirrel or deer that scampered off whenever I came near. The trails seemed to wind around a lot and, if not for my better-than-average directional skills (humble brag), I could have easily gotten lost.
About 20 minutes in, I saw something strange about 50 meters off: a finely polished, light-colored wooden coffin. I was a little weirded out to say the least and waited until I got closer for a better look. I rounded a corner where several old tree stumps blocked my view, only to find that the coffin had disappeared. Where it should have been was a clump of ferns. Odd.
I turned around shortly thereafter and made my way back to my car. I was maybe a half-mile out when I heard a very distinctive knocking on a nearby tree to the rhythm of "Shave and a Haircut": Tok tok t-tok tok, except no "Two Bits". I was a little spooked but chalked it up to be a woodpecker or something. However, not 30 seconds later, there it was on a completely different tree up ahead somewhere: Tok tok t-tok tok. I picked up the pace.
The trail widened a little and I could see way ahead the entrance to the parking lot where my car was. There it was again, on a tree seemingly right next to me. Tok tok t-tok tok. I truly started freaking out and started to book it back to the lot. I was nearing the opening when time seemed to slow down. All of a sudden it felt like the temperature dropped about 20 degrees, the birds stopped singing, and my simple Timex watch started to malfunction, making all sorts of beeping noises and the numbers glitching on the screen. The beat sounded impossibly loud this time, like it was hacked into every surrounding tree with a hand-axe: TOK TOK T-TOK TOK. An overwhelming sense of dread washed over me as I anticipated hearing the "Two Bits" refrain and perhaps worse...
I burst into the parking lot and everything went back to normal. The temperature was back in the mid-70s and birds were chirping away. I looked at my watch, only to discover that it had gone completely blank. I stood there and stared at it until it flashed 12:00:00 Monday 1.01 (January 1); my watch had reset itself; it had never done this before. I got into the car and started the engine. The clock on the radio display read 12:00. That couldn't be right: it should have been around 9:30 or 9:45 at the latest. I put 'er in reverse and backed up to where I could clearly make my way out to the main road.
However, as I was about to throw the car into drive as it sat there, I heard a sharp rapping sound on the back window, like someone hitting it with their knuckles. TOK TOK. There was no one else in the parking lot when I had finished my run, no cars, no nothing. I didn't dare look back and hightailed it back to my grandmother's house. I have no idea what could have caused this series of events and still cannot explain it to this day.

About seven or eight years ago I was really into the paranormal but never able to find a group of people who shared my interest enough to investigate with me. I did manage to make one friend through an acquaintance however and she and I would spend hours talking about our favorite show ghost hunters and the paranormal in general.
Eventually we got around to talking about her own experiences (to this day this story remains my only one) and how she believed her house was haunted. We would talk a lot about how she thought there was a presence in her house and eventually she decided to do an EVP session. She said she was unable to make out what she had recorded and insisted there was a voice in the time frame so I asked her to send me the raw audio file. I forget which software I was using at the time but I remember it had a great audio timeline feature that showed you rises in the sound. Upon listening to the spots she insisted she heard something I could only decipher what I thought was a loud crackle. Nothing definitive. What I did notice though was a small bump in the otherwise very straight dead air in the audio timeline and after cranking up the treble I heard something that to this day freaks me out.
When my friend sets her recorder down she announces in a very clear voice that she is "leaving the room" and the device is there for the ghost to interact with. Well I sh*t you not only five to seven seconds after she leaves the room there is a very very faint female voice that asks "you don't want to see me"? On the audio timeline it is a fraction of a second and incredibly eerie like someone sped it up.

I was standing in my parents room, talking to my very sick dad at the time (stage 4 esophageal cancer) and for some reason I get the feeling something is behind me. I look into the doorway to the living room and something about 4'6 and fully black (it was nighttime) is peeking around the corner, with their hands on the door frame. I run towards it and it pops back around the door. Nothing. My dad is completely confused when I step back inside the room when I tell him. People who stayed at my house have claimed to see it. My mom saw the figure on multiple occasions in multiple places until he passed away. We haven't seen it since.